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“Get out!” I roar, and every gaze swings to me. I’m barely hanging on, my eyes wild as I shiver and jerk. “The mate bond is demanding I finish this. Unless you get out right now, I’m going to fuck all of you.”

Raiden actually gulps as all their eyes widen.

The idea that I would lose control is unfathomable, but I can feel it. Kitt made me weak. Fuck, they were right. It was a big mistake. I am disgusted at myself and angry at them and this stupid fucking unfair bond. A tear squeezes from my eye and trails down my cheek. They are silent, but I can still sense them, and when one of them moves, my eyes snap open, tracking him like prey.

“Now,” I hiss, and I don’t know what they see, but they scramble to the door. Their arguments are forgotten, but Bram gets too close in his haste and I lunge for him.

I fly through the air, tackling Bram to the floor. His eyes are glowing below me as I pin his hands to the wood before I roll off him. Shaking and groaning, I curl into myself, trying to regain control.

“Go.” My voice is barely human.

“Ferol—” I feel Bram reaching for me as if to comfort me, and I move away, warding him off with my hand out as he crouches near me.

“Don’t.” I swallow the rest of my words, and he nods, giving me a worried look before slowly backing away. He disappears through the door, but I can sense them on the other side. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. If they were too far, I would hunt them down, but they are so close that the air is filled with their scents. I can smell them, taste them, and still feel Kitt’s drying cum on my thighs and pussy.

The mate bond is tired of waiting, and it only gets worse. I’ve suffered before, so I can deal with this, or so I think, but wave after wave of burning heat washes through me. I bite down on my cries of agony until I taste blood. My muscles lock up tight as I curl up. I claw at the floor, my nails breaking and bleeding as I try to get to them. When I realise what I’m doing, I throw myself back, panting and writhing.

Agony courses through my body, leaving me shivering and my skin on fire. I’ve never felt like this before, but I’ve heard of it. I’m in a mating heat. I denied the bond for too long, so my soul and body made the decision for me, and now the only way I’ll find relief is through them.

I can’t let that happen.

Kitt feels what I feel. I can almost see through his eyes as he paces, his hard cock leaking. Fuck! I bang my head into the tile, rolling it around as my hair sticks to my sweaty skin.

I will not seal the bond further. That’s the only thought that holds me back, but if I carry on like this, it could kill me or take my choice away.

“Little beastie, are you okay?” Bram calls, his voice laced with concern, but fire engulfs me from his nearness, stealing my words and thoughts. If I don’t do something, I’ll crawl out there, begging for their cocks, and I won’t live with that embarrassment.

Flopping back, I rip off the remnants of my shirt so I’m naked, the tiles cool against my overheated spine as I reach between my legs and touch myself.

My fingers slide through Kitt’s cum mixed with my desire, and I shove it back inside myself, groaning. My legs fall open as I fuck my fingers, hoping it will help, but all it does is stoke my need. Turning, I press my face to the cool tile, rubbing my clit. I try to come, but I can’t. Tears gather in my eyes as I keep building my pleasure, but just when I would fall over the edge, the bond stops me, as if I’ll only be satisfied with my mates.

Fuck it.

Fuck fate.

Fuck those men.

Fuck everyone and everything.

Turning to my side in exhaustion, I ride my fingers shamelessly, trying anything to lessen the flames inside me. I need more. I need them. Their scents wrap around me, and I need to taste them. Pulling my fingers from my dripping cunt, I shove them into my mouth, tasting Kitt and my cream before shoving them back inside myself, but it’s not enough. Another wave consumes me, taking me under until I’m burning alive.

The heat is killing me, and I know I’ll be reborn, only to feel it again and again. This is never going to stop. We waited too long.

Then, like an oasis, light breaks through the haze, and Raiden is crouching before me, looking sad but determined. His scent and closeness breaks through the inferno. Whining, I roll to my front and crawl towards him. My hand circles his ankle, the touch of his skin against mine making me take a full breath of air for the first time in what feels like hours.

“I’ll help you.” The words are low and tight, as if he’s sacrificing much, and I suppose he is.

We all know the cost of helping me.

There are no romantic declarations between us, just a need that demands to be sated. We are two people with no choice, wishing they could cling to the hatred they feel.

I didn’t expect him, and he must read the confusion in my gaze. “We made a decision. Another one of us can’t hurt more than this, so I’ll help. Bram would give in to you too much, Torrin might hurt you in this state, and Emrys can’t control himself with all these pheromones, so I guess I’m your sacrifice,” he jokes, his mismatched eyes glowing with hunger as he watches me. Despite our animosity, I want him more than I want my next breath. He came in here as a willing sacrifice, and I’m going to take it.

He must read my decision because he nods and a cocky smirk crawls over his lips. “Use me. Drain me dry all you want.”

I don’t care anymore. My hand tightens on his ankle, and I yank him to me. He flies backwards, hitting the floor, and then I crawl up and straddle him.

“Ferol—wait, it’s okay—” His words end in a groan as I slip my hand in his pants. “Fuck, fuck, darling, if you want me to last long enough to help, then don’t do that. Remember, you’re my first.”